Han Yu trudged along the last stretch of the stone pathway, his eyes half-open from exhaustion. His legs ached, his back felt stiff, and he was beginning to suspect the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect was some kind of labyrinth designed by madmen.
For nearly an entire day and night he had searched, going from one end of the peak to the other, yet every signpost seemed to mock him. When he finally reached what looked like a secluded ridge with only a few scattered cave dwellings, he felt the faint flicker of energy pulse from his sleeve.
The identity token he carried, Ju Fan's token was glowing.
Han Yu blinked in surprise, staring at the faint light before realizing what it meant. His heart finally lifted after so long wandering the crimson valleys.
"At last," he muttered, almost laughing. "You little lump of misery, you finally did something useful."
